My parents: Hey, so we're going to one of our friends' places, and your sibling is out with friends too. So you're basically home alone.. Just make sure the door is locked and don't set the house on fire. Bye.
Me: *hears the front door lock clicking in place*
Me: *Slowly comes out of my room, looks around, looks out through the window to make sure that my parents have left*
Me: *sighs* Haa... Finally home alone!!
Me: *Goes around the house closing windows and curtains, turning off the lights and making sure the front and back doors are closed*
Me: "Now I can do whatever I want!!" *smiles mischievously*
Me: *Starts the TV and turns the volume up to maximum*
Me: *Watches YouTube videos on Laptop without Headphones*
Me: *Listens to music on speakers*
Me: *Simultaneously does karaoke in the worst high pitched voice possible*
Me: *Dances in the living room knowing that I can't dance*
Me: *Takes a comb and pretends to sing rock music on the stage in a wild concert*
Me: *Rolls around the house while sitting backwards in a moving chair* "I'm a superhero!! Fear me bitches!!"
Me: "Goes near the mirror and screams* "It's disgusting to be related to you!!"
Me: *Tries to recreate viral dance videos on the internet and runs out of breath without being successful*
Me: *Pretends to be playing guitar jumping on one leg while vigorously moving head up and down along with mimicking guitar sound* "Na na naa naa!! Na na naa naa naa!! "
Me: *Finishes all the snacks present in the kitchen and searches for more*
Me: *Lies on the floor and moves my limbs around pretending playing in the snow*
Me: *Moves around doing a couple dance with an old shirt and pretending to be the main character of a romantic movie while lovingly staring at the shirt as if it's my lover"
Me: *Jumps from the sofa and climbs onto another counter while yelling* "The floor's lava!!!"
Me: *Does somersaults on the floor while yelling* "Cannonball !! "
Me: *Takes a tour of siblings room* "How does this asshole have so many of my things hidden away!?"
Me: *Plays football with the cushions from siblings room*
Me: *Hides random things from various rooms in the house to save for later use*
Me: "One last song then I'll go in my room and pretend to be laying around.. It's around time they come home anyway.. "
*Hears the door open just as the song's about to come to an end*
*Slowly turns around to see my sibling standing in the door, looking at me with wide eyes*
Me:
Sibling:
*Sibling slowly turns around, closes the door, slowly moves towards me.. *
Me:
Sibling:
Me:
Sibling: "... Can I... join you?"
Me:
Sibling: "Pretty please??"
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The Rescue - Chp 54 - That Dark Old Friend [+ Life Update]
Hey there everyone!
So sorry about the delay in updates since the Christmas season, there's a lot of shit to blame for it and I'll get into it in more detail, but in short this was a wildly busy Christmas season where I had 0 time to write between work and family stuff from like, November-end of December, and then a whole lot of house shit started happening and I've been unbelievably stressed since just before New Years.
Longer details and stuff below the cut for people who are interested, but in short the important details are:
Updates to works on AO3 may be at random times with long delays between for the coming year. Can't be sure, but for now that's how things are looking while I have way too much shit going on IRL.
Please enjoy this little chapter for now, and if you're up for a long winding journey about why it felt like all of my hair has been falling out for two weeks, meet me below <3
So the Christmas season at my job was wildly busy, on top of that there's some issues going on there between the business owner I rent space from and the person who owns the building. It's a mess, for a while it looked like/still kinda looks like we're going to have some major issues with the lot clearing what with winter being a major issue where I live in the Frozen Nor'Atlantic. That was all bad enough.
I had been told back in the fall by my landlord, who I've been renting from for 10 years now, that her mortgage was up for renewal in January and that it looked like it was going to go up a hot amount. Rates are super fucking high in Canada right now, shit's bad, the mortgage specialist at the bank I was talking to yesterday said that it's bad enough they legitimately expect the government to be stepping in soon to do something about it before it's a crisis (or more of a crisis because personally, it's already a fucking crisis and has been, but I digress). She warned me the rent was going to have to go up, I told her I expected it, I knew it was going to happen, she's been amazing to me for 10 years, if it's gotta go up it's gotta go up, I get it.
This past fall is when my partner Zip came to visit for 6 weeks and we got engaged, and when we started to plan to move them up here so we could start immigration and the like, which we were aiming to do for the beginning of this summer.
So as we're gearing up to New Year's and everything, I am expecting to deal with the start of immigration application readying, and expecting rent to increase. December 27th, I got a message from the landlord that uh, someone wants to buy the house (as an investment property and keep the renters) and despite her best efforts to try and bounce around and get a lower mortgage rate, it didn't work out and she's going to have to sell either way. So we suddenly had to get the house ready to be listed and viewed.
Viewings were fucking hell, by the way. While priority for accepting the offer was going to someone who wanted to take the property over and keep the renters in place, Real Estate agents just want the fucking sale, so being in my home while people are wandering around it scaring my cats and talking about how my bedroom was going to be the kid's room and my office was going to be turned into something else? Shit time, don't recommend. Not to mention the agents that were showing up half-hour not just away of their own scheduled appointment but a half hour outside of when viewings were actually permitted to happen.
I'm glad we have such high paying careers available for people who are, apparently, fucking illiterate, but I was getting extremely rude to agents and their desperation for a sale by the end of it. Someone tried to show up yesterday after a offer was accepted literally the night before and we sent them packing fine enough, but now anytime the rain hits the gutters too hard I think someone is walking into my home so that's fun.
We have signs all over the house about keeping doors closed to keep the cats inside, including one on the back door (where it isn't an enclosed porch) that says in extremely large lettering Access To Patio From Outside ONLY, and there were still at least two agents that opened the back door, so. Nightmares all around.
An offering has been accepted, the person who is hopefully going to buy wants to keep us as tenants, and I'm locked in a lease until later this year anyway. Things are at least, as of yesterday when I got the confirmation that an offer was in that stage, stable now that I didn't throw up this morning. Hooray! It's been hell. I can not stress enough that this has been hell.
It still leaves the later part of the year up in the air a lot, because new landlord may still want us out at the end of the lease of whathaveyou, and between now and then I am flying down to America to drive across that wild country with a car full of stuff to move my fiancee here, then we gonna get immigration rolling and the employment switchover and everything else. My Dad has been a massive rock for me during this time in terms of trying to keep me level, and as he says: "this is all just one-step-at-a-time things. You're just keeping ducks in a row".
And as I keep saying: "Yeah but I've got a lot of fuckin' ducks, man."
So that's the kind of thing that's in the air right now for me. Lots and lots of stuff going on. I'm still picking away at writing but to make things easier on myself, I'm going to not stress about any kind of schedule or the like right now and just play with whatever flows come when I have them and have the time/ability to focus on them in the few quiet moments I have between all of the other stuff.
Much love to all of you, thank you all again as always for the wonderful comments you've all left, the kudos, the people who reached out, all of it. You're wonderful <3
Take care of yourselves out there,
~ Belle
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